Novel : Midnight Bell ❣️ (episode- 8)
Novel : Midnight Bell 🌹
Writer : Jotsna Jari
Tinni's consciousness was shaking. Everything was spinning. Were life and sex a complicated equation for her ? Was Titas the solution ? Tinni couldn't control herself, "Rama-di, what do you mean... is it better to get tested before marriage ?"
Rama-di came back to reality, "Hey, is everyone as ill-fated as me?
I would have truly gone mad if Mihir hadn't entered my life." couldn't
Will Tinni learn the multiplication table of new senses ? Tinni was surprised. More surprised. The most surprised.
Rama-di gave a playful clap. She whispered, "When that robust male virility enters lovely & moves strongly in the depth of life — she attains the ultimate fulfillment of pleasure. Happiness in one's sex life translates directly into happiness in one's married life ; otherwise, it remains merely a patched-up existence."
She again uttered, "Meanwhile, I have conceived our child- lovely little Babu. I told Mihir everything. Samir had not returned for three months. We have been together every night—spending the nights like husband and wife."
Is life merely an elaboration of complexity ! Tinni's heart is racing. Somehow, she managed to ask, "And then ?"
At that time, Rama-di became sea : "Mihir told me... This is our child. Dada will never even know. He will never even realize it. However, I keep getting angry at you again & again. Had you not impulsively gone and married Dada, this child used to call me... Papa. Being the biological father, I am doomed to remain an Uncle forever."
A child's past, present, and future are gradually becoming a merry-go-round. The boundaries and prejudices of society seem to be forever searching for a center of gravity. Even after so many years of civilization, is Tinni truly helpless !!
An unfamiliar, relentless weeping swirls around Tinni. At this very moment, she longs to feel Titas deeply— in secret. Tinni gazes on. That complex life of this lady before her is invariably colorful. That lady, once familiar yet mysterious, is a cryptic inscription today.
Then, that woman continued in intense tone, "Since then, my life has been completely different. Nothing appeals to me without Mihir. My spirit dies whenever Samir steps close. Meanwhile, Mihir was forced into marriage. His wife's name is Tia."
She closed her lips just for few seconds, "By then, Samir had built a house in Haldibari. With our five-month-old son, we moved into our new home. Meanwhile, barely a few months later, Tia left Mihir. Every time Mihir tried to touch Tia, he failed. At end, they divorced.
So you see... the man who brings me happiness and joy is toxic to Tiya."
A mysterious smile on Rama-di's face once more, "Now I regret it— if I had engaged in pre-marital sex with Samir , I wouldn't have to suffer so such silently. I would have turned him down right from the start... I wouldn't have married him at all."
Tinni was truly bewildered. She was astonished by the incompleteness of her own deep thoughts, "How little I know life !! "
The absent-minded Rama-di swayed her legs — for a few moments — then spread her hands wide in the breeze, " Samir, however, is absolutely delighted whenever he finds a young girl near him, he is an expert at devouring her. Just look at Dipali ; her breasts have just begun to bud, yet he hasn't spared her either. The lonely girl has no one.
I called her & made her understand.... Look, Samir wants your body— but you must not allow. It will harm you. If you get pregnant at such a young age, you will be ruined."
Tinni was surprised again,"Then?"
Rama-di had a sad smile on her face, "Once a tiger gets a taste of flesh, it never lets go. She has already tasted the flavor of a man, it's hard to turn her back. I feed her a contraceptive pill every night under the guise of Vitamin E tablet... Can you believe it ?"
[ N.B -
Dada : Dada is primarily a word used in Bengali, Marathi, and other Indian languages to denote an "elder brother" or big brother.
Papa : Papa is an informal, affectionate term for father. ]
(Episode - 8)
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